Out for a little walk this fine, gray, damp, chilly, late April, oh look, now it’s raining Thursday afternoon. I saw an older couple out for a shuffling jog and I saw them again later as they walked back to their home. It seemed as apt as anything else out there.
There are a lot of sidewalks and some nice paths in our immediate vicinity. One of those paths is succumbing to a nearby storm pond, and so work must be done. I wonder how many people have been up to this sign and turned around. Not many. Most of us are just walking around it.
But I do it thinking of an old joke. Enough is enough!
These won’t be around much longer, so let’s document them now. On a turn in between condos there’s a tree on the corner and whoever lives there probably thinks of it as their tree. And that’s just fine.
So long as they don’t mind if I stop by taking photos of the blooms every now and then. “Oh, Charles, someone is out there again, taking pictures of our tree.”
It’s important, I decided, to be very deliberate about which direction you face when you do that, lest someone think you’re trying to peer into and photograph their living room.
These are a bit safer. They’re in our yard.
And thus, they are ours.
Ours. All ours.
But, still, you want to mind your background.
Heaven forfend you get the exterior of a neighbor’s house in the shot.
